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Gardenin', bikin', librarianin'. And migratin'

What does it look like when you go to work?

Other than looking at a computer screen, it looks like this when I go to visit my offsite storage.  This is 9″ wide film:

And this is 1 of 3 rows of map cases.  I counted them up last night:  there’s not as many as I thought:

I’m in danger of losing some storage space–which is kind of mucking up my plans.  I had a strategy to decrease the size of the collection, but keep the footprint the same.  I have some serious preservation issues that need to be dealt with.  The main way to deal with them is to take everything out of the drawers, throw away the most damaged, and put everything back in more carefully–just less of it.  The main preservation problem with the paper materials is that they are too crowded together.  Often 30 or 40 maps in a drawer need repair.  I have 1000 drawers.

Another problem is late stage vinegar syndrome in an unknown amount of the collection.  Here’s what a dead photo looks like (I flipped the colors, so you’re looking at a negative image of a piece of negative film):

Chinese emotions

表情符号  (biǎoqíng fúhào).  The Chinese word for emoticon.  Did you know that they are different in Asia than they are here?

This came up recently while catching up with reading (ie: avoiding other work).  The article in question talks about Apple is following Weibo’s lead by adding a full selection of emojo (the Anglicized Japanese term) to iOS.

My own emotions run to extremes, as I just finished putting together and presenting results from the China trip (now almost a whole year in the past!).  Now what?  How do these projects relate to my day-to-day life?

Bilingual storytime

I really, really hope I didn’t look like a creepy old man.

There I sat outside the (awesomely sound trapping –I almost missed story time because I couldn’t hear it) little amphitheater, first with my phone and then with my laptop open. But the one little girl and father/uncle/brother/cousin/friend didn’t notice. She was rapt. A mother/auntie/neighbor lady and an older boy came next. A red-headed anglo girl came last with her dad/mom’s partner, but she didn’t have any stamina.

The story teller was awesome. He read only English books, and translated them really fast and fluently into Spanish. He added phrases and sentences too –the first book was dogs and puppies made out of fruits and vegetables. The words were simple sentences: sleepy puppy; happy dog; angry puppy. He knew the Spanish cold and constructed the sentences in exactly the same way. But then he described the pictures back and forth, English and Spanish, slipping effortlessly between: Banana dog. Broccoli poodle (ok, I don’t think he said poodle in English or Spanish). Cabbage dog. Chili perrito.

The books were carefully chosen–getting harder as the half hour progressed.  I wonder if there’s a rhythm every week and that’s why the older boy arrived ten minutes into it.  I think he even editorialized a bit in Spanish–but I totally couldn’t catch it (damn it–I’m a useless monolingual American).

He basically fled into the staff room immediately afterwards, so I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself.

Conclusions?  I need video of someone doing this in Chinese.  I continue to resist doing it bilingual–but obviously if I’m going to be involved at all there’s going to be some English going on.

(oh–and that fox totally should have convinced one of those chickens to jump into that stone soup pot.  Even little kids know that vegetarian stone soup sucks.)

Making the scene with a (whole bunch of) magazine(s).

I’m really glad that some simple things make my girlfriend happy. She was perfectly happy to sit in the car and be driven two hours on Sunday to an undisclosed location in downtown LA. When we arrived at the awesome Spring Street Arts Tower and walked into the even awesome-r The Last Bookstore, she smiled and said ‘oh.’ And off we went.  She did suspect we were heading to an indoor market when she realize I had brought and empty tote bag. What else would you bring to a Zine Festival?

We had a great afternoon with no plan whatsoever. When we decided we were finished, we weren’t hungry, so we made no dinner plans. Knowing that a bathroom break would be needed eventually, I decided to take surface streets generally west towards the 405. Along the way, L said ‘oh look, it’s Koreatown.’ So International Food Court for dinner! Look how happy I made her!

I had so many great conversations, and saw so many awesome homemade publications, that I can’t possibly describe them all. (And four days later I can’t be expected to remember them all, can I?) What I’ll give you is the people that I bought things from.

We put ourselves on a budget, but I don’t think either one of us came close to spending it.  Because I was feeling cheap and chatty, I decided to make sure to take a photo of everyone I gave money to.  Maybe I should have expanded this to anyone who gave me something or people I chatted with –but this would be a huge-ass blog post for that (or maybe it would be a photo album instead).  Some people were trading (and I got the impression that everyone was open to a trade), but I didn’t make anything before going.  Now I’m totally inspired!  The folks at [Open] (check it out:  it’s an awesome looking bookstore in Long Beach) traded a zine for an email address.   There were lots of other freebies too. I met Clutch McB(!), and L went back to his table a little later to pick up copies of Invincible Summer/Clutch that we don’t already have (I knew she’d remember). Unfortunately, because L made the purchase, I didn’t get a photo. But I did get a shot of everyone else who I gave money to on Sunday:

Ayun came from New York. Actually–there was a huge Brooklyn contingent. I think maybe they chartered a plane. Ayun was one of only a handful of zinesters who were of a similar vintage to me. She’s visiting her (college aged!?) kids here in California and working on an actual paid writing gig. She had a number of other offerings, but this library-themed title really caught my eye. For a while I thought I would concentrate on buying only zines with libraries but I think that would have been a bit specific. There was a great horror comic that included a grisly circulation desk scene, but I passed on it.


These lovely ladies were totally dressed to sell their ware–a single audio zine. Three songs by each, the zine is essentially illustrated liner notes. I haven’t listened to the accompanying CD yet, but it is known to include xylophone. They had a great table and were really excited. Please note: these are not actual librarians, but I think maybe they want to be. Really: how could any librarian pass this up?


Finally: this handsome couple. What I scored: from him, a zine inspired by Davey Rothbart’s Found, this zine speculates about the owners of items that Matt has found lying around. From her, Kseniya, her own CraigsList W4M ads and the first emails from potential suitors–including ones that that don’t seem interested in a date, but DO seem interested in getting their emails into a zine. And yes, Matt’s is one of the emails. Stupendous!

Finally, there are two others that I feel a need to talk about. I chose not to give money to The Doktor Is In. She had a small title on offer for free/donationMy Stay in the Mental Hospital. I was very curious about her interview zine, but for some strange reason the mental hospital title and her multiple zines about living with social anxiety had me paralyzed. I told L about her at lunch, and she promptly returned and wound up buying one of everything. Who has the social anxiety now?

She was awesome–what better way to overcome your social anxiety by writing it down, putting it on display, and having 1500 people walk by and talk to you about it?

My last conversation of the day (well, with a vendor at least) was with Andrew Chapin. Andrew is the stepson of Steppenwolf drummer Gerald McCrohan/Jerry Edmonton. Turns out, dad would often leave illustrated notes on the kitchen table for Andrew, and somehow wonderfully they got saved. He has compiled these into a children’s book. We had a really nice conversation about choosing good literature for little kids and I told him a bit about the Chinese childrens libraries. Maybe we could get this translated as an example of creative parenting?

Report from an epic weekend

Work hard, play hard I suppose.  Thursday night we partied with the local bicycle life folk.  The occasion was the opening of the SB Bicycle Film Fest.  I got to toast two of the principles at Wheelhouse Bikes on my new E-Moto, as well as express my condolences on the closing of the shop.  I thanked them for the deal on the bike, but told them I’d rather have the shop.  Friday evening I stayed on campus late to catch a round of films.  I had forgotten just how touching some of it is, and pretty much immediately decided to see more of it.  L had gone home, but she did join me Saturday night for 2 more sessions.  Before that, I had plowed through a set of maps for a collaborator in China (sent them, the final unprocessed sketch maps of last year’s experiment, off on Sunday morning).

I’m really glad we decided to go Saturday night, because one of the movies feature Bici Centro, where L has been spending Tuesday evenings.  Bici is a community bike shop where you can buy a good over-hauled used bike, and put your bike on a stand for $3 an hour and have 5 or 6 people help you take it apart and put it back together.  A fantastic tid-bit from the film:  5% of us  bike to work.  I’ve been doing it rather adamantly for more than 20 years now.  It’s always been a choice, but half the people I see on two wheels everyday are poor and are biking out of economic necessity.  So it turns out Bici is a very clever solution to a problem I never knew I had:  a Third Place where I get to interact with the full spectrum of my fellow cyclists.

Longtime volunteer Sharkey, stood up after the film to answer a few questions.  I haven’t had the chance to interact with him, but he seemed a familiar face.  He told L that he doesn’t go for Tuesday night shop-nights anymore (where people work exclusively on bikes that will be sold out of the shop).  Sharkey prefers to go to open shop on Wednesday nights, Thursday nights, and Saturday afternoons.

Friday evening I also got to chat with some geographers and test out my new textbook theory (we are about to see the end of commercial textbooks because they are escaping into the wild electronically).

After sending my maps off the China on Sunday afternoon, we went with our awesome neighbors to a recital of show tunes.  Yeah, sounds strange I know, but L was enraptured and I thought it was pretty good too.  It was a local performer and his father–who had taken the son on tour through the “Irish Riviera” of the Jersey Shore back in the 80s.  Dad looks a really vibrant 75 or 80, still over six feet and muscular.  And both have big baritone voices.  It was really unusual.

Next came cheesecake with the neighbors.  We walked away with loaner DVDs and books.  I was coming down with a cold, but we crowned the weekend with attending the Bike Smut Film Festival, where the admonition of the weekend was:  ‘Community standards define what is obscene.  So before someone in your community defines obscenity for you, make sure to go out and watch porn with your fellow bikesexuals.’

+hangouts

Before Christmas I had a number of videochats with Lao Meng, who owns the mothers’ book salon / private library in Wuhan.  He has since migrated to Beijing, but he maintains his interest in the business and his sister Mimi runs it day-to-day.  We attempted to have a Christmas Eve party, but there wasn’t interest on that particular Saturday morning in Wuhan.

I had promised a Polish Christmas carol.

I am not sure whether that speaks to my singing ability or reported troubles with connecting via international servers.  Multiple friends in multiple industries have told me that there have been recent sporadic and geographic outages.  Regardless, we are hoping to continue our conversations.  I also continue to wrack my brain about how to find a Mandarin-speaking, well spoken, hi-tech, American-style childrens librarian who is interested in spreading his or her skills.  Are those categories really null when you and them all together?

Come on!

Anyway, emails have been sent, and we will turn on the webcams again soon.  Meanwhile, we continue to live our lives on opposite sides of the world.

3 months!

That might be the longest break ever.  There was action at the other blog, and I have been spending a lot of time on google+, but still.  Almost 3 whole months without a post.  And the last one even had a comment!

What can I say other than that I’ve been busy living life?  One thing is that I have been thinking alot about the longer posts that were promised.  That was the original goal when I got back from China:  to produce 5 or 6 longer essays about the experience.  What I have discovered is that the desire to produce those longer pieces squelched the desire to post the 3 or 4 paragraph quick updates.  Facebook does the same for short updates.  Why blog about the amazing meal I made when I can snap a photo and write a 20 word status update?

So what purpose does this blog serve?  Or any blog for that matter?  For a while this served as more of a diary than a report of any kind.  And I used to regularly look at old posts as a sort of assistive memory device.  What was the name of that restaurant/book/city/person?  It’s weird:  it almost feels like I’m becoming anxious about my own PIM.  Help me KFTF.  You’re my only hope.

Arab Spring; Jasmine Revolution; American Fall, …er, autumn?

The past three weeks have been spent working on cleaning up the spatial data from the sketch map survey I conducted while in Wuhan.  During that time I’ve been putting a bit of passive thought into the experience while trying to maintain some of the contacts that I made during this trip.

At the same time, Occupy Wall Street has started here and over the past few days has blossomed in a number of locations.  L spent the day with our local contingent dressed, as requested online, as a corporate zombie.  (Well, she was wearing a tie and an oxford shirt.)

Doing both of these at the same time feels a bit like looking at the world through fuzzy glasses.  I’m pretty much a worker bee heading off to the hive each day, so most all current events information is gathered online and via the radio.  Work is fairly intense so I’m not the type of office drone who has a lot of time to twitter or read blogs extensively.  But even with unlimited time to read,  there really isn’t any way of seeing ‘China’ other than through fuzzy glasses–even if I was there on the ground.  U.S. news?  I’m not quite sure how to keep up anymore.

So through these fuzzy lenses, I try to see some patterns.  Is there a direction it’s all heading in?  One trope so far from the Occupy Wall Street coverage is that there are no specific proposals being put forward.  A charming response that I have heard more than once is ‘give us a break, we’ve only been doing this for 3 weeks.’  There is a sense of experimentation in what I read, and L reported that it felt that way on the ground as well.

That report led to a really interesting conversation around the dinner table last night as I remembered that there are many different formulas for putting on a rally, some of which are intended to make it self-organized and somewhat amorphous.  (There are also established ways of disrupting the various flavors of gatherings.  The Trotskyites are particularly good at that.  Fucking Trotskyites.)  There’s also a formula for doing civil disobedience in a way that no one gets hurt and you get inserted straight into the court system rather than dicking around with the police trying to figure out what to do with you.  (L’s favorite quote of the day: “…don’t be afraid to be arrested, it’s fun, you get to learn the justice system, you usually get out the next day…”) (For inquiring minds: I’ve never done it.)

Of course there is a bit of dissonance as some of the speakers complained about home and retirement accounts’ dwindling values while others were homeless. All this in a setting of cobalt blue skies and palm trees.  Similar dissonance creeps into China discourse as some praise the rapid social advances that have accompanied economic development at the same time others speculate on how long the Party-State can hold out in the face of those social advances.

It’s these contradictions that are keeping me up right now; keeping me on the edge of my seat about who will be next:  Syria?  Greece?  Us?

Informal libraries in China. Part 1.

I’m not sure which one we found out about first:  the book bars or the children’s libraries.  Either way, ‘upper floor’ businesses were one feature of this trip to China that was new to me, and it’s a phenomenon that I continue to ponder now that I am back in the land of single-use buildings.  This is something I think we would have figured out eventually on our own, but it would have taken longer and we never would have found the hidden children’s libraries without our Chinese (and ABC) friends.

In China, pretty soon after our arrival, I began to figure out that some of the tall, apparently single-use buildings were not single-use at all.  Ostensibly, these are apartment blocks, but through circumstances and a creative re-mixing of space, it turns out that China is filled with multi-use high rises.  Visually, there’s not much to see.  The average building has few exterior markers.

An apartment building with visible upper-floor businesses.

After a while, we were told that a lot of the buildings that are supposed to be apartment blocks are also filled with businesses, both formal and informal.  We got to visit a number of them.  One type in particular is sticking with me:  the children’s libraries, or 儿童图书馆。We got to visit two, and talk with the founder of several others.  Combining these visits with the discussions I have had about children’s librarianship (and librarianship in general—which was what this whole trip was about, wasn’t it?) with Eric, I came home inspired.

Let me start by saying that I know next-to-nothing about children’s librarianship.  But after Eric’s visit and the discussions that ensued, I was pretty inspired by the idea that there is an infrastructure required to maintain literacy.  There are strategies that parents and society use to make sure people acquire language at an early age.  And those who acquire literacy early hold advantages later in life.  I assume this is well measured, but I haven’t done the database search.  The Harlem Children’s Zone is an intervention with associated scholarship that has crept its way into the popular press.  Part of this experiment in Harlem concentrates on making sure parents encourage skills in their children that they may not necessarily have themselves.  Although it seems like the program considers the parents to be lost causes, it is in fact trying to change behavior in order to break a multi-generaltional cycle of poverty.  It concentrates on teaching a style of parenting that puts priorities on things that are a little different from the default settings of this at-risk population.  One of these priorities is reading aloud to children and encouraging independent recreational reading at as early an age as possible.

Visitors and librarians at Neighbors Reading Picture Books.

A number of friends really helped me to gather this information and get some idea of what is happening in Chinese society.  Another American librarian colleague came along to the 儿童图书馆.  Tricia over at Cultural Bytes blew into town shortly after Eric left, with a wave of energy and amazing contacts.   Chen Weiru (Pheona), one of a handful of rockstar students I encountered, became a sort of simultaneous translator for me—which was far beyond the call of duty.  And Zhang Li, who recently co-authored the first book about children’s librarianship to be published on the Mainland in something like 30 years continues to provide perspective on all my interactions with China.  At one point on this trip she even went to meet a stranger on my behalf.

Recreational Reading

This whole foray into private children’s libraries came about because of one person telling me that he was struck dumb when he learned that American parents read out loud to their children.  Wu Gang, who hopes to open 200 libraries in the next two years, realized (and please dear reader, realize that this is via a couple different people translating for me) that if Chinese parents did this, especially poor parents, the entire society would change and prosper.

Wu Dong, who wants to open a large chain of children’s libraries nationwide.

Not all my friends agreed that this is something lacking in Chinese society.  Chinese parents and grandparents and aunties and uncles do read to children.  For some of my students, it was their grandparents.  While mom and dad were off at their jobs, Ye Ye taught Monkey King folk tales and Grandpa sang revolutionary songs.  The morals from these stories:  sublimation of self for the good of the state, filial piety, obligation to tradition.  These themes are then reinforced by mass market cartoons and television dramas on the same themes.  Not to mention the 500 year old poetry that gets memorized for the gao kao.  Hence I had students who could argue Confucian philosophy, used manga screenshots as profile pictures, site read four part choral music.

However, a number of people told me that their parents discouraged them from ‘being too smart.’ Pheona tells the story of her father starting to teach her to read, but her mother put a stop to it because if she knew too many characters before school started, Pheona would stand out too much from her classmates.  (Turns out it didn’t work.  Pheona reports that from that point forward, she realized she could read a lot of street signs and could guess the meanings of many more characters.  In the end, she graduated from one of Wuhan’s best high schools –hence her presence at WuDa.)

We heard stories like this over and over—descriptions of some stigma attached to recreational reading.  And most agree that this stigma begins at home.  As it was explained to me, there are two reasons why reading for pleasure has not been encouraged for many years in many households:  first, there remains a lingering distrust of books and intellectualism after the horrors of the Cultural Revolution; second, pleasure reading takes away from test preparation.

The effects of the Cultural Revolution are still felt strongly in China.  Older professors and the parents of my own age group have first hand recollections of when having a book was equated with being criminally subversive.  People were literally beaten for being literate.  While many people will wax nostalgically about their time in the countryside (many met their spouses while interred / being reeducated etc.), no one will deny the anti-intellectualism that accompanied it.

The second factor working against recreational reading is an intense pressure to perform well on standardized tests.  This is super obvious after about three weeks of dealing with adolescents and young adults.  The national high school and college entrance exams are a major part of daily life for just about every single person in China.  Many Chinese children, from the age of eight or nine, spend hours a day drilling with practice tests and taking training courses. The tests emphasize the memorization of classic and socialist texts, deductive logic puzzles, and math—not the sort of thing you would pick up from Harry Potter or Judy Blume.  Admission to a good college is seen as the road to a good job and lucrative career:  and the only path into a good college is a high score on the Gao Kao (高考, literally, the ‘high test’)—the national college entrance exam.  Reading for pleasure, whether it is novels or manga, is seen as frivolous and a distraction from test preparation.

College test prep room.

Yunnan Provincial Library self-study room during the New Year vacation.

Every parent I met despises this high-stakes Gao Kao system—but every one demands the same of their child.  One commonly given reason is that parents fear growing old with only one child to take care of them.  But in conversation, there is a genuine desire for the child to do well.  Perhaps the only genuine fear is that this crop of children won’t be as lucky as their parents because so many current young parents have benefited greatly from living at a moment of high upward mobility.  People in their mid-forties in China have lived their entire adult lives in the midst of a huge economic boom.  When economic reforms began in 1979, the Cultural Revolution had been raging for 20 years.  But it’s been over for more than 30 years now.  Today’s college students know of food shortages only as stories that their grandparents tell.  And in a country where the college entrance exam is 1500 years old, the Cultural Revolution can be considered a hiccup (and I think the Party encourages young people to think so).  Almost every Chinese person I know has brought it up spontaneously—even those who, in the same breath, strongly criticize the current system.  Go to China and you will hear this a lot:  while a lot of criticism can be leveled at the Party, no one disputes that almost everyone is better off now than they were 30 years ago.

But there remains something lacking, and some of the people that I met think it is a lack of a ‘reading culture.’  Whether it is shunned as frivolous or dangerous (or, more likely a combination of these and a whole bunch of other contributing factors), a number of people I met lamented this lack of reading culture in China.  This even came up at an official dinner.  Chen Chuanfu, the dean of WuDa’s iSchool, told us that he is struck by the difference in public reading between the US and China. He says that one of the things he likes about the US is that you will see people reading on public transit, in cafes, in parks.  China,– not so much.  He tried a little experiment once to take at least one photograph each day of people reading, but said he simply couldn’t find them in China. I played devil’s advocate and suggested that maybe many of the people looking a their phones were reading novels, but he shrugged that off, saying that recreational reading was simply something that was missing from contemporary China.  I certainly couldn’t refute it at the time, but many individuals have confirmed his point:  person after person told me that there is some sort of latent taboo towards having books and being bookish.

This all adds up to a society that is in the middle of building a reading infrastructure.  The bookstores of Wuhan are just as active as the ones I saw in Beijing in 2007.  This year, oOn a holiday afternoon, 崇文书城 (the stunningly named mega-bookstore ‘High Culture Book City’ or perhaps ‘Worship the Culture of Books City’) was filled to the gills.  The classics are actively read (the gaokao is good for something) and contemporary re-tellings are common. College students use characters from literature as screen names on social networking sites like renren and douban while simultaneously using Japanese manga (manhua in Chinese) jpegs as profile pictures.

Children’s section of Wuhan High Culture Book City.

Even with all this colloquial enthusiasm, there seems to be something genuinely lacking.

Which leads us to the people I met who want to build, or revive, a reading culture.  These included a recent iSchool graduate, a budding entrepreneur, and a Beijinger in exile whose husband supports her efforts.  These new friends are trying to build private libraries.  That’s right:  membership libraries not unlike those started in England and Spain at the dawn of the age of printing and evolved directly into the American public library of today (see Lerner chapter 10 for a discussion), except that these are generally children’s libraries.  Some people really want to make a business out of these ventures, but others are simply investing their surplus into building a place where people can gain access to a variety of literature and other like-minded people.  In the case of the children’s libraries, there is a realization that libraries are an extremely efficient way to transfer literacy. There are a number of factors at play:  a parent only needs these sorts of books for a few years; it’s a specific enough genre that it takes some amount of expertise to build a current collection; and let’s face it:  children’s books are short, so kids go through them quickly.  Moreover, there’s no sense in holding on to these books for subsequent siblings:  there generally aren’t subsequent siblings.  It’s possible though that the main reason is economic:  the average parent may not have the money to keep a voracious young reader well fed.

图书馆: The libraries

I got to visit two private children’s libraries in Wuhan, and a ‘book bar’ for mothers that was just about to open.  Four librarians were among my guides, all introduced to me via Tricia, my fellow Fulbrighter.  The three libraries were all below the 10th floor of 30-ish story apartment buildings of the sort that are springing up by the tens-of-thousands all across China.

The three in particular that I visited:

Other businesses were also present in these buildings:  import/export offices, test-preparation academies, chess and mahjong clubs, sales offices of factories, yoga studios.  We also heard tell of dance clubs and brothels.  Part of the reason why these spaces exist is because there is such a huge building boom in China right now.  Ex-pat apartment dwellers informed us there are huge numbers of vacant apartments that have been purchased as investments or as wedding gifts for sons and daughters—a sort of modern-day non-gender specific dowery.  This might be especially true of the emerging college-educated middle class, whose parents’ are preparing for old age with only one child.  In many cases, the child has migrated to a different city—hence the local apartment stays empty.  Some are rented, but many are vacant.

All three libraries were decorated to a certain upper-middle class standard.  And they were large:  probably about a thousand square feet.  The children’s libraries both had well-drawn murals, kid- and adult-sized furniture, at least some kitchen facilities, and obviously well-thought out delineations between readings spaces and activity spaces.   Nutshell in the Forest, targeted towards young mothers, was naturally furnished to a more adult standard.  It is my understanding that other informal libraries follow this same general pattern.  Being a comfortable space was a common theme as we talked with people, and the other upper-floor book bar and movie club we visited bear this out.

A comfortable corner at Nutshell in the Forest

This is apparently a pretty widespread phenomenon.  Zhang Li in Beijing asked around a bit, and apparently this has been happening there for at least 10 years and even volunteered at the ’The 4 Mothers’ library for a while. We know that there are individuals with multiple locations or connections to multiple libraries through partnerships.  Wu Dong, who has the ambitious plan to start 200 children’s libraries in the next two years, already has five libraries established in Hangzhou.

We heard rumors of another sort of informal library:  private collections that are now starting to be shared.  Professors / rich people / intellectuals who have not only run out of room, but also have a motivation to share their collections.  A Peking LIS professor organized a meeting in late April or May in an attempt to form a federation of private libraries.  We were excited to hear that in Wuhan, but didn’t encounter anyone who attended.  We do know that Lao Meng started a QQ discussion group about a year ago, and the children’s libraries are a very active portion of that group.  All the people we met in Wuhan were already connected to each other (perhaps obviously, since Lao Meng was the nexus of introductions), but I can’t escape the feeling that we only just scratched the surface of this movement.  If Wu Dong is trying to expand his libraries into a national conglomerate of kid’s libraries and Zhang Li knows of at least a handful of private children’s libraries in Beijing, how many more must there be?

A child-sized reading nook at Wutong Language Tree.

Wu Dong’s libraries and the Wuhan children’s libraries we visited operate as membership businesses.  A family (and remember, 90% of the time that’s 3 people) pays a modest fee (approximately $65 per year—less than a week’s wages for an office worker, but this would be quite expensive for a laborer).  In exchange for their 365RMB, the family receives unlimited access to the space and collections.  They all lend books, and it seems like there are opportunities for purchasing and giveaways.

Nutshell in the Forest was still working on its basic model, but they were starting off having families (or maybe individuals—remember its target audience is pregnant women and young mothers) pre-pay a tab of 500 kuai (just under a hundred dollars).  Drinks, snacks, books, and the light fixtures and furniture are all available for purchase off of this tab.  I asked them if they thought they would make any money, as our conversation with Lao Meng and his business partners came after hearding that neither of the children’s libraries we visited are financially self-sufficient.  Our friends at Nutshell in the Forest admitted that they had no idea if they could make any money, or even sustain the space, using this model.  But they were game for trying.  (Visiting their web page on September 1st, I see that they are now selling levels of membership cards—from 50RMB to attend a single event up to 1280RMB which includes a two hour birthday part.

It’s not completely clear how families are recruited.  Wu Dong was able to provide the clearest explanation of how new users come to his library.  He buys multiple copies of a book and sends his workers to nearby schools to give away the copies.  Each is clearly marked as coming from a library and curious readers and their parents come by.  I think (remember–translators) people pretty regularly try to bring back the books that he has given away—which offers the staff an opportunity to explain the business and attempt to sell a new membership.

We do know that the libraries use online tools to advertise their services and communicate with their users.  Sina blogs and QQ are default online methods of communication, but it must be pointed out:  these are adequate ways to communicate with users once the user knows about you.  Douban, an online social network that functions somewhere between an alternative weekly newspaper and meetup.com in the US, is starting to become a force to reckon with for finding RL activities in the city, but it seems to target a hipster, college-aged audience rather than parents.  What seems clear is that these are word of mouth small-scale businesses—either by default or design—even if they do have an online presence.

Once users stumble across the libraries, they have access to somewhere between a thousand and five thousand titles, storytimes, craft-making parties, and a comfortable place to hang out.  This last point seems to really resonate with my Chinese friends.  The librarians explain that they are trying to make a third place that people can choose for themselves.  It was an interesting point in the conversation.  I asked Pheona to clarify at the time –asking ‘did they literally say Third Place?’  “第三空间” (dì sān kōngjīan) is the phrase they used.  ‘Space’ is a better translation for 空间, but we defined it together:  第三空间 –a place that’s not work and not home.

You could have knocked me over with a feather.  As a geographer and a map librarian   I have more than a passing knowledge of sociologist Ray Oldenburg’s concept of a “great good place” that is neither home nor work.  In his construction, America has been steadily dismantling spaces that are conducive to becoming Third Places for members of many communities.  Moreover, because I have a special interest in place formation and am fascinated with the intense use of public space in China, I was a little shocked to hear that people felt like Third Place is something lacking in urban China.

I explained that the idea of Third Place was from a book, but nobody claimed any knowledge of where the term came from, but it remains kind of a creepy moment in my memory.  If my new Chinese friends feel that they lack a Third Place even with all of the dancing in the park, visiting in the tea house, and playing mah jong in the restaurant after dinner, what is it they are looking for in a Third Place?

Do other upper floor businesses aspire to Third Place status?  I did get a chance to visit two other upper floor businesses.  Eric and I drank coffee in  a movie bar run by a trio of partners who happened to have a giant DVD collection, and I peeked into a book bar that was a source of endless gossip, as everyone kept trying to figure out how they made enough money to pay their rent.

The libraries though, exist in a separate category.  Whether for children or adults, everyone I spoke to about this subject agrees that China has a need for more than just a place to hang out and play chess.  They need places that support an infrastructure for reading.

This is the first of my longer post-China posts.  You can consider this part 1 of 2 about informal libraries.  In Part 2, I’ll put together some additional thoughts about the librarians involved with these efforts and the ways that the ‘formal library’ community might help them.  In future installments, I’d like to make some additional comments about the Chinese higher education system in general; Chinese academic libraries in particular; and some  observations on the use of mobile technologies.

Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

What is it you do?

Since returning, I’ve really been librarian-ing my ass off.  (Yeah, I was doing that in Wuhan too, but in a completely different way.)  I have to move a huge chunk of my collection into multiple locations for a construction project that is kicking off.  To do so, I have to select out a tiny little subset to use as a temporary (4 years temporary) collection in a much reduced footprint.  After that I’ll balloon back up to my previous size, but with a bigger footprint (albeit with fewer cubic feet of storage).

There’s one problem with selecting out this collection:  I’m 110% full.  So there’s no place for me to actually assemble this stuff together.  And the lab has been in its current location for 30ish years:  there’s a lot of uncontrolled crap sitting around.  Today, a milestone perhaps, I think I got to the end of the piles of books that were just sorting of sitting close at hand near the service desks.  About a third went straight into the trash (after a cursory look in the OPAC–none found).  A third are heading for retrocon.  I’m even gonna have a piece pam bound. A third are all on a theme and I’m going to reduce them as well–I just need to figure out how.

I’ve also about 2/3rds gone through the double elephant atlases one at a time.  I have two sets of these:  one open outside my security, and one inside.  The dilemma at the moment is that for the temporary collection, there will only be this jumbo size of shelving outside security.  And there won’t be very much of it.  I’ve chosen to build the ‘to store’ and ‘to put in MILtemp’ collections in situ by just swapping book after book between the two collections that I have.  They’re only a few steps apart, and it’s allowed us to catch a bunch of minor cataloging errors just because we’re handling everything like, with our hands.  It’s dusty work, but not nearly as much as it would be in China.

USGS Misc. Geol. Investigations Map I-175

A big bonus is that I’m finding awesome shit like this USGS Miscellaneous Investigations Map.  No dusting required.  Unlike the double elephant my friend Chimene and I found in Wuhan.

Mysterious Russian engineering manual in a Wuhan library

Paleotectonic Maps: Jurassic System indeed.

I’m also setting up some workstations at an off campus site.  I’m basically building a map cave next to a coastal farm.  This means I get to ride in the work van a lot and visit our book warehouse.

Annex at an undisclosed location

The map cave doesn’t look anything like this.  The ceiling isn’t nearly as high, and the warehouse houses no workers.  The map cave adjoins the Special Collections er, Special Cave?  Maybe it’s the Fortress of Audiotude, since that department is best known for its sound collections.  The Fortress of Audiotude is actually going to have actual staff out there.  I’m looking forward to spending more time with them.  (Or at least not being alone in the map cave.  Nothing sadder than a boy alone with his maps.)

Meanwhile, we’re trying to spiffy the place up.  This week I got to pull out the shop vac and deal with some old scat (again, nothing I didn’t have to do in China) and even had a little body count at the end of pushing the rag mop around.

Makes me wish they have left a 6 inch gap at the bottom of the shelving.  I’d really like to be able to see what’s underneath there.  Being next to a farm and built as an industrial space, it’s practically outside.  (No, not really, it’s much much better than outside.)

All that said, I could tell you about more.  Like the fact that the materials for our temporary walls got delivered today.  I think that’s another story.